Fritz Smith is a lovable, hardworking little redhead. Now at twenty five years old, he has the loving step-father of David Harrison and his perfect biological and widowed mother Marilyn Smith.

As a 'What If' scenario, David and Marilyn's wants of not having a child together are broken, leading to giving Fritz a younger brother of now five years old. Adored by his parents, little boy Devon has essentially kicked the first born out of the family unknowingly.

Even with the unfair treatment, Fritz only feels love and respect toward the boy. But as a retaliation for not allowing him to share the joy, he sneaks Devon out to officially meet the other night guards at Mike's restaurant and introduce everyone. Protective over his biological son, David finds them.

This is where the story begins...

Please take note Golden Freddy can do almost anything with the snap of his fingers. This includes giving David the ability to teleport and Fritz the ability to size-shift.


NOT SUITABLE FOR ALL AGES

WARNINGS
Frequent cursing
Angst
Unintentional neglect
We have no intentions of making a light proclamation of any theme used in this story. We are not trying to offend or hurt anyone with the descriptions and circumstances given.

DISCLAIMER
This is based upon the video game franchise Five Nights At Freddy's, all rights for the characters and the world they interact inside belong solely to Scott Cawthon. We own nothing but the writing.
Please give credit to those who deserve it. Thank you.


Fritz always knew he was incredibly lucky.

His mother loved him. He had people who cared for him. He lived in a beautiful house. He never had to worry about where his next meal would come from.

And to top it all off, he not only had David Harrison as a father, but Devon Harrison as his brother.

...or, his life was perfect.

Who knew one person could make his world turn upside down? Who knew one simple word could destroy everything he's ever known? Who knew that Fritz could actually break?

He actually felt a lot like Mike in that sense. Granted he didn't have it as bad as the bald man, considering he was missing an entire frontal lobe, his biological father made it his personal mission to torture him in the worse ways possible, not to mention his boss who made the man who was once his adoptive brother go on a complete rampage toward him and everyone he cared about.

No. Fritz didn't have anything on Mike no matter how hard he tried. But that didn't mean his emotions of being taken for granted were any less valid.

But that being said, his legal father didn't even make him wince at the ear-piercing screams being aimed toward him. Didn't make him feel scared, either. Not angry or sorrowful or completely and utterly broken. He just felt...empty.

"I WISH YOU WERE NEVER APART OF THIS FAMILY!"

The redhead doesn't even respond. It didn't matter if David was speaking about the night guard family, or their Smith/Harrison one, but he really didn't give a shit.

Devon feels silent tears fall down his face as the hand holding his gently let's go, nearly screaming as Fritz begins to pull away.

"Fritz! You can't go! Please! Dad didn't-!"

The little boy's pleads go unheard as the redhead simply pats his head before walking away, not even glancing at the horrified expression of the other guards.

"FRI-!"

"Devon."

David takes another deep breath before quickly catching his son. His real son. Fuck Fritz for taking the one thing that matters to him. Well, one of two things. Of course, Marilyn understands their son comes before either one of them...

"Shh, Devon. No need to cry," he soothes as he hugs his little boy. His own flesh and blood.

What the fuck had Smith been thinking! Kidnapping his child! His one and only son! And he expects him not to get pissed off beyond belief!

"NO! I WANT FRITZ! I WANT FRITZ!"

"Devon, we don't need him."

"NO! I NEED-!"

"Devon."

The little boy doesn't say anything with the stern tone used, simply kicking with all his might to race after his brother.

Why was Dad so angry with Fritz? Why did Dad have to freak out and think something terrible would happen? Why did he have to yell at him?

"See? You're perfectly fine," David smiles, holding his son close as the adorable kicks and squirms come to almost a complete stop. As he pats the boy back, he then finally turns to the others, almost allowing surprise to conquer his expression at seeing glares being aimed toward him.

"Listen here-"

"No."

Mike clenches his fists as he all but growls at the man standing before them. The man who thought he could just barge right in and do whatever the hell he wants.

The man who just rivaled against William for what he just did to Fritz.

"Get out."

"Excuse me?" David demands, quickly hushing Devon once again before turning right back to the rest.

"You heard Hunter. Get the fuck out of my restaurant," William states.

"Or I can happily show you to the door," Vincent seethes, fists clenched and itching to rip the precious little boy from his father's grasp. If David could even be considered a father.

"Have to say, David. You fucked up more than even Mikehas," Eggs admits.

"Y-You said you'd never want to come back here," Caleb murmurs.

"You hurt F-F-Fritz," Jeremy glares, earning a questioning glance when his anger doesn't fade away as fast as it came.

"And we won't tolerate someone who seems to enjoy doing such a thing," James growls.

"I better not ever see you here again, Harrison. Or I'll give your restaurant to someone who deserves it," Scott breathes, unable to speak above more than a whisper.

The business man growls lowly when it becomes clear no one wanted him there, opening his mouth to retaliate before huffing as Devon sniffles quite loudly.

"I'm sorry I ever had to come back here."

And with that he teleported back to his rightful place beside Marilyn, the Irish woman not even so much as twitching when her husband and second son appear where they belong.

Or, should she say only son...

"Dad, you can't-"

"Quiet, Devon," David growls, a protective arm curling around the love of his life and the boy he would do anything for.

This was how it's supposed to be. No murderous animatronics. No crazy ass adventures. No glitchy bitches. And now Smith won't even try to disrupt their well-earned sleep.

"But Dad..."

The business man sighs before nuzzling his son, the little boy hesitating before hugging his father as silent tears continued to stream down his cheeks, his mother subconsciously snuggling closer for comfort even as she sleeps.

"I promise you're safe, Devon. Your mom and I aren't going anywhere."

"But, what about-?"

"He's probably up in his room right now," David can't help but grit, though quick to take a calming breath.

"Just get some sleep. I promise, everything will work out. There's nothing to worry about."

Devon sniffles as he slumps into the warm embrace, forcing himself to believe what was being said.

He wanted Fritz. The redhead wasn't really allowed near him, but even in the small spans of time they were allowed together, he was treated with nothing but respect and love no matter what their mom and dad did.

The boy may be five years old, but his brother always claimed he was just like James, too smart for his own good. Teasing or not, Devon easily saw how a person was feeling, Fritz actually being his easiest target no matter what. And, it would take a complete idiot to not realize his step-brother was being treated like an outcast by his father, not to mention his own biological mother as well.

But, it's been there for a while now. And, Mom said Fritz has gotten into fights with both of them before. So, if Dad said everything would be alright, then he'd have to trust it.

No matter how much he felt like it was a complete lie.